the river (poem)

Another new poem.

the river is high this morning
solitary birds flap above
waves wrinkle the surface
bottles bob like ducks in the current
surf crashes against the embankment steps
low clouds block out the sun
promising rain
on a dingy winter morning
crossing the bridge

© bardofupton 2019

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